I have such a large pile of laundry on my living room couch, it looks as though my clothing has procreated. But the real marvel is I'm not ashamed. I figure I'll get around to it when I get around to it.
Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.
Every time we go running, I feel like I run a little faster or farther than the time before. Last night, I was running 200 meters at a time. I realize that doesn't sound like much, but in comparison to where I was when I started, it's huge.
SILSheena asked if I still wanted to die during/after every run. I told her it depended on the day, but the truth is that's happening less and less. I still feel like I can't breathe toward the end of the running; however, I also believe every step is another step toward obedience to Christ. And He has been faithful to push me and allow me endurance to stay the course.
Calorie watching always creates it's own set of challenges. As a piece of advice, I'd just like to say that if you're going to eat really well and then you have enough calories to spend on a cheeseburger and fries, you might also want to make sure you'll also be near a restroom. For most of the evening, preferably.
I'm not saying this happened to me, you understand. I'm just pointing out that it's a possibility.
Our current governor in my great state is attempting to require high school students to earn four years of math credit in order to graduate. I have a lot of thoughts about this particular subject. If I were a perfect world educator, I would think this was the best idea since block scheduling. We would give the students the opportunity to be exposed to more material! The success rate would be phenomenal! Colleges would no longer worry about preparedness! Ad nauseum!
Realistically, though, I don't think it's going to be the answer to all of our educational woes. Sadly, I think education reform is a near sighted attempt to fix something that has been perpetuated by societal expectations. Entitlement, apathy and familial support seem to be largely discounted by a movement that is deeply affected by all these mentalities.
And there, I will get off my soapbox.
I've spent a lot of time on Pinterest pinning things to my "Things I Want to Wear When I'm No Longer Fat" board. In the past, I pinned things there believing I would never really wear some of those offerings.
Now, I pin with hopeful expectation that someday is a lot closer than it was five weeks ago.
This week I discovered that my good friend, DM resembles Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter movies. Personally, I'd like to use this as a selling point on the "About Me" section I'm writing for his photography website.
But as a magnanimous blogger, I've decided to let you decide is the resemblance actually exists:
|This is DM. He's darling.|
|This is Neville Longbottom.|
The weird part was when I texted DM to share my discovery, he commented, "That's insane...I look just like that dork."
You're welcome, DM. You're welcome.
My dogs are no longer allowed on my furniture.
I made this decision after the little one (Corky) decided that everytime he pooped, he had made himself a snack. The grossness of this particular discovery reached maximum potential when he decided to eat said snack in front of my niece and cousin (6 and 4 respectively).
Stealing "snacks" from a dog and trying to keep two kids under the age of 8 from vomiting on my floor was more than I could handle.
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